I don’t like horror movies. When the light dimmed, I wondered what the heck I was doing in a dark movie theater in the middle of the night. That’s when the opening credits made me safe: West Wing-characters riding in a golf cart through an office and down-talk Swedes (!) until the title suddenly slams against the screen with horror-strings and drums. This isn’t really scary. Five young people go to the classic cabin in the woods – monitored and directed from a control room. It turns out that most horror movies happend for real and that young people regularly are sacrificed to the ancient gods to keep the gods calm. The story is not quite as original as you might think, and the ending is ridiculous. But it’s kind of fun along the way. The party celebrating the death of the teenagers – while the virgin is torn to pieces on displays in the background – is really unpleasant, and the elevator ride through the monster storage is actually scary. Otherwise, it’s like most of Hollywood: pretty but shallow.